WAM 2015-16Table of Contents: | FreshmanEndless, Winding, Stretching hallways. A mess of people Pushing past each other, Chattering, Staring straight ahead, Or down at their schedule, To get to their next class. They say that class bores them But, secretly, Science is her favorite Because the cute boy Sits next to her in class. Desks fill up when students Plop themselves into the blue Plastic seats and Carelessly drop their backpacks On the tiled floor. Once eighth graders, at the top, Freshman are back down To the bottom. Little kids. We stare up at the tall Seniors, The piercings, Couples, Athletes, We look and we think, "One day, I'll be a Sophomore, Then Junior, Then Senior." And we think about Our futures. They might look at us Like the runts, But in order to be A scientist, An actress, An author, We all have to start as Freshman. |